for the guy's with hounds..when i was three, my dad hunted in o.n for coons. i don't remember much of my dad's buddies dog's but i do remember getting attacked by a goose on his farm.. i've seen a few old pics but not for yrs. they used blue ticks..
when i started hounding, i bought started dogs, after a few wrecks (15-20) it slowly started to happen. i've learned a whole new meaning to patience. (most days). i wanted to hunt cougar, but found nobody wants to take a guy out. hiring a guide was not an option 4-7 grand, ouch. so i bought started dogs, the feeling i got when i seen my 1st animal up a tree(bear) was unreal. the feeling i got when i treed my 1st cougar was overwhelming. it was me and my dogs at the tree, my girlfriend stayed at the truck! i was hooked, i'd like to think i can pass my dogs off to my son's by the time i'm 50, (my knee's hurt bad some days)so i figure one if not both son's could keep it going..
so i think my want to hunt comes from my uncle, my want to hound comes from my dad..